there used to beonce was  a time   when it didnt matter what time it was

                                                                                there was no time when he wouldnt pant like a dog to get high

hitup as the sun went down

                               hittingup when the sun came back around

How do you do it?don’t gimme you’ll sleep when you’re dead.

Steppin on my line man

No. Seriously.

    Shits happenin Not the time to go byebye or lose the edge

Eventually Always

                      Body turns out the lights 

Follow the tracers to sleep  oblivion  fingerscrossed I wake

Die in my sleep

Havent missed muchhave I

Have you?

              Howya answer that question?

No clue  Wokeup

that was then

this is now

    he wasnt so galant masculine French pronunciation

wasnt as sure

youth afforded that

ignorance afforded that

wellfuck Immortality afforded him that

                                           War didnt take itHell he even gave it a second a third chance

three strikes It was out

came back “Home” a changed man

                                        recognised he hadnt gone in as a man

told a buddy who stayed back who was deferred  who hadnt ever had the bug up his ass as he did that he reconciled it as sport

except

         when ya lost

ya died

had no intentions returning crippled

Man, you realise how many high school games you played in and got beat?

I did I did

            Figured I was due a winning streakfigured the team I was playing on was superior  It was Overwhelmingly

Tadum

         Im back

You'll excuse me, sometimes you don’t look . . . back.

A dog  Glarin out the side of its face

    Yeah. Yeah.   Something like that yeah

Feral

Yeah.  Unnerving.

Yaoughta see lookin out

                           Yah    Unnerving

    once upon a time  it didnt matter what time it was

  

2029,  Thursday – Thanksgiving,  28  11. 24

Carole King  It’s Too Late  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkKxmnrRVHo

birds

         his daughter didnt like them

little hummers were okay

                            Preeetty.

they spooked easy

spooked them every chance she had

                                       despite seeing how they flocked to him as he fed them sometimes three dozen on five feeders

he was in his element

                        an experimental shoulder surgery to regrow cartilage sidelined him a year

he  fed  hummingbirds

such was the extent of his helpfulnesswhat he could do

she didnt like them

                      although she loved her red feathered boa  pranced around the house in it

sometimes forgetting to clothe herself otherwise

the boa didnt shithave talonssharp beaks

                                               she didnt like their coalblack unreflecting eyes

didnt care for their noncommittal expressions

nothing to tip her off what they were thinking

                                                 I’m sorry . . .  she paused   I shouldn’t say I don’t trust them. They look as if they’d just as soon claw you bite you peck your eyes out . . as not.

                                                                            God knows they'll shit on you.

Yacan’t trust someonesomebody who will shit on you.

a mouthful from an eight years old he couldnt pin that on his wife

                                                                       However unless  he interrupted  you negotiate a price first

she laughed

             then said You can’t negotiate with a bird, Papa. sipping her hot chocolate looked up over the marshmallow foam  some on her upper lip

                                Or bird-like people.

Wise  he nodded  

                      nevertheless shame on him  he may have introduced her a bit too early to Alfred Hitchcocks

The Birds

Sunday,  11  5. 06

0707PM preferred,  Thursday – Thanksgiving,  28  11. 24

The Birds  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCxR7dlavwg

. . . What?

             could hear the incredulity in her voice  You don think so

Papa.  Not if it’s perfect.

Come on babe

                 We know nothings perfect

But perfect implies perfection.

All ears

          Tell me something thas perfect   Leave Michelangelo out of the equation  The Sistine Chapel David

The Madonna della Pieta    Works by the Marquis Sade Nin Miller JoyceFuck  Hemingway    Cormac McCarthy

Are you conceding?

    No

Admitting?

                  Fuck   Maybe

So the bubbles that form in my cheesecake that I’ve been unable to eliminate all these years . . .

Is that a question or a statementhadnt mentioned wobble before  in my recollection

Please.

            Ball’s your court Daddy-O.

    I stand by my assessment

Perfection has its flaws.

Yes

    Awrightee.

0959,  Thursday – Thanksgiving,  28  11. 24

1705,  Thursday – Thanksgiving

shit drove him nuts

                       it wasnt efficientdon try blowin smoke up his ass  blatantly lazinessWhy

why would he communicate with lazy people

he wouldnt

cc an bcc could suck his cock look at him using acronyms

                                                           email cocksuckers

cc  carbon copy

                  everyone cc’d gets the exact same communique

bcc  blind carbon copy

                          ohso fuckin clever

everyone gets the exact same communique but are unawareclueless of everyone else who has also been sent itshared

impersonally personal

                           Awshucks, how nice they’re thinking of me.

an EVERY TOM DICK AN HARRY  SEE SALLY SEE DICK   JANE?  YOU SEE DICK TOO?

FUCK

         shit drove him nuts

emails

texts

        could be because he wrote letters  individual letters because

because he refused to wetwad up all familyfriends into a soppy paper ball and toss it to them remotely suggesting he was interested in them as separate entitiespeople

he did not buy into smorgasbords

                                     like slopping hogs

maybe   maybe he was too extreme

                                          wasnt

should someone considered including him in a cc  a bcc

                                                 Please like graffiti  scrawl it on a wall with spraypaint MagicMarker crayons  in a bathroom stall above its glorious gloryhole  perchance itd attractcapture his attention an he might read it

otherwise

     DO NOT

0923,  Thursday –Thanksgiving,  28  11. 24

1446,  Thursday – Thanksgiving

    Again  he said with a sighdismay

                                          a wry smile     Spider

a dead spider in his tub 

Marat/Sade

Jim Morrison

appleseed

    appleseed  he assumed she  attempted suicide three times in his tuball three catching her before she was swallowed by the drain

                           he set her to dryuntangle herselfher legs on a rock seashell fossils he kept on the bathroom basin counter

showered

            drying himself he watched her go up the wall to her elaborate web in the corner between it and the ceiling

she had looked familiar

three times

             she must have conceded to Life

she didnt try it again

she remained more than a year

                                    he was grateful

that year he was not well

he bathed in hot baths three times a day to keep whatever it was at bay

                                                                              whatever it was finally conceded  dissipated

his body doing what he expected it would do  eventually

    he picked the dead spider up took herhim outside and laid them in the grass at the foot of AWe  name for the wisteria hes raisedcared for from a seed

returning to run a bath he wondered when Again would occur

                                                                   either suicide or death

0834,  Thursday – Thanksgiving,  28  11. 24

Marat/Sade  The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade

Jim Morrison  Doors  People Are Strange  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgHaGrZkkv4 

    a friend

he was dismembered and reassembled in odd proportions by his mothers prenatal alcoholism drug use and smoking

    he was luckyfrankly

                             to even get out of that hole alive . . .  

Noonish,  Friday,  27  10. 06

1439,  day-between-2-Ts,  27  11. 24

What I Love About Women

I love their smell

       their smiles

               the quicktaunt of their tongues

I love the humour they radiate

       their silken powders

               colourful augments

enhancements which arent necessary

       for freshshaken in mornings bed

            their hair crazy

                        night sheets spuntwisted in sexpanic

                                 encouraging deepdeeper kisses   raw frolic

the blur of sleep evaporates

       aroused

                inspired hardbright eyes  they see and

throw shimmering mirrorballs of possibilities aroundsurround  us

       inciting invigorating  us

I love their Twin mirrors

       that Im unable to take my eyes from . . .  

Saturday,  18  11. 06

1415,  day-between-2-Ts,  27  11. 24

     Gide

            Do not understand too quickly.  excellent advice

he was often misunderstood

at the CRACK of a starting gun

                                     Gide beat him to the punch

misconstrued 

              he refused to lie

when speaking  in no manner lied

words can be like luminous oil on water

                                          bright reflective    enticing

people like to be enticed

                           entertained

which he felt was a failing  because wait  wait     wait for it      there is no commitment        

unlike written words  scrutinised 

                                    their errors  lies  exposed     excised

scales are balanced

                        only then are enticement desires   truthful

    Do not understand me too quickly

                                          Im learning to understand my warring selves

encouraging my many selves

                               who are  initially

by the same words shining on water  throwing off disinfectant sunlight 

he challenges

                ridicules

offensive perspectives

Do not understand me too quickly

Ill try to not understand you too quickly

    maybe together we can learn

Wednesday,  15  11. 06

1200,  day-between-2-Ts,  27  11. 24

she said  she was something

                               Excuse me?

Me

    You. I’m looking, talking, right at you.

Havent the whole night Twice Ive tried to say hello but you were involved in other conversatio . .

. . Not to my likings; I try to not be rude to men.

Perhaps three time’s a charm.

Or a strike out

                she laughed same music hed been hearing all night across rooms  behind him after he entered

he entered

             smiled mischieviously  Have you been following me

Oh look at you, not as thick as you appear.

Saynow

           A compliment or not

Take it, it is.

               I excused myself.  It’s late.

I wonder if you might walk me to my car. You see  she lit a cigarette  I’m very appealing to the opposite sex and throughout the party they have continually been making untoward advances that I’ve repelled. I believe because I’m here unaccompanied they’ve made poor assumptions.

    They’re incorrigible.

                          she blew a plume of smoke to the ceiling smiled pleasantly at him

Youd like me be your knight in shining armour

Night.  Possibly.

                  I’m concerned I’ve angered severaldismissed them curtly, saw their dirty looks; under the cover of darkness I may be attacked, or raped.

she was something

                    from a lesser woman her remark would have been ludicrous  she didnt strike him that way

    You want me to take you  he hesitated  to your car

she smiled real big  exposed pearly canines behind her full red lips Would you?

                                                                                               he got lost

maybe her teeth did that to him

Woud I

          Wha

seeing his expression she laughed

                                     Yes.  Take me.

he chuckledsaid Yaknow I like where this conversation has gone  so finish your cigarette an Ill just enjoy where I am

    No harm no foul

Wherever this goes cant compete with where I am right now

 

seemed a blur

               woke in nighttwisted sheets like binds her breasts on his thigh face on his belly hand on his chest crazyhair   was looking up at him

                                     hard bright eyes

Good morning.

cleared his throat Mornin

gently kissed his belly looked up at him again  looked at his erection Good morning.

                                                                                         chuckled  took him in her mouth

Wednesday,  15  11. 06

1012,  day-between-2-Ts,  27  11. 24

the WORD

    reading the Bible is/should be personal – ONE – reading

not a fixed lesson

                     or dogma

 Dog  Ma

Fetch bitch!

                Is that your religion?

Friday,  15  12. 06

1544,  2sday,  26  11. 24

primal scream

                  he heard it in Coltranes sax

Lennons Plastic Ono Band

Marianne Faithfuls Why D’ya Do It?

                                       heard it in a scarcelytempered babe jilted lovers parents confounded by a failing schoolaged child a small dog whose bone was taken by a bigger dog

he hears a primal scream in the silent terse composure of a control freak

   Why

Why D’ya walked dogs that shit on sidewalks

Why D’ya

           legally blind  wanted to hunt with lasersighted rifles

 

Why D’Ya mountaineers

                           who sought to emulate Sir Hilary Edmond Everetts ascent  yet demanded they be snatchedplucked from peaks if weather turned ugly or they were injured

Why D’ya

            dated a narcissist for three years and when things went sideways they couldnt understand what went wrong

Why ask why

    Why not ask  Why not

why shouldnt a walked dog shit on a sidewalk the blind hunt a mountaineer be saved a narcissist fuckover their partner

irritants need to be assuaged

                                need pink cool calamine lotion to soothe their rash  need a stiff shot of liquor to disguise the taste of bile in their mouth

he couldnt give a flyingfuck

                              he was working in an unreinforced masonry building

was the rage in California

if it came down so be it

hadnt in seventy years 

 

Friday,  15  12. 06

1820,  2sday,  26  11. 24

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYmK3PYQnGg

a small hand holding a green stick reached inside the firering and stirred the gray embers  flushed a cautious yellow flame of sensationssinsations

                                 it gently laid dried moss kindling gently teepeed split white oak and like fresh bloodflow returning to a reattached limb  gray flesh turned pink  its cold radiated with warmth  a drumbeat again  heart pulsing

apricotcoloured fusion of the sun soon rising above the dark plumcoloured east hills  reddening to orange  then loosened  the spy  the first whitespike of sunlight

    sensations

sinsations

she makes me remember the bray of sex  rutting   wantonness

                                                                    the slapping  collision  merging   fleshforging  breathlessness  GASP

exhaustion defeating the body

                                 while the delirious brain ever desirous  ever a junkie  ever unsatisfied goads more  more   more

    their bodies fail it

their brains sullen

                   impatience

have to w a  i   t

    sensations

sinsations

             rejuvenating

their bodies sift together

gently they sleep  twitch

                         cling   pungent

the only way their sex could have been better

                                                  would have been if they were in love

trying for a baby

Wednesday inside Starbucks,  6  12. 06

1247,  2sday,  26  11. 24

Shins Sushi

Hallie couldnt come out

theatre on the same block was playing Taxi Driver   time travel hadnt seen it on the big screen since college

her loss

had her in mind for a Taxi ride

said she had to work late

    the fortune in the whole of his disappointment was that hed taken this ride once before and was anxious if it would stop him off where last hed seen it in different city  different state

Wasnt a reach for him he thought

                                     he was susceptible to time travel

rode on sunrays moonbeams on the rush of wind over reefs crowns of crowded trees on scents lingering  in the grass

on the spastic flutter of eroding memories

Hallie

        it would have been wonderful to share it with her  hed keep that thought   maybe one day 

   in the meantime

                       he hovered at the sleek haunches of a shaggy hawk in thin airHOWLed at its suddendescent  magnificent  one with its freefall roar   its brightblood midair kill

Times ride often left him in familiar places no matter the pleasure or distressconsequence of his remembrance or reminding

           he was so thrilled expectant of Taxi Driver

hopeful

          some other time share the sensation with Hallie

    again? 

Tuesday nite,  5  12. 06

1150,  2sday,  26  11. 24

he thought

              Not to knock it  its a good saying

heldup his hand to bar the sun from his eyes

                                                   Haste makes waste

though not necessarily true

his dear friends Jeff  Jeanine

 

both terribly accomplished terribly wealthy

                                              exceptionally generous

he was a beneficiary a confidante

                                      never turned a blind eye or held his tongue

he was peoplenot obliquely believed he risked their patronage  was their rabid truthteller pulled no punches withheld no outrageous language cunts to assuage their highbrow gilded ways

often attacked their society

    Jeff

         You really ought come out play eighteen with me to better understan . .

. . Your society sounded like he spat

Really Joe, need to be so brusque?

Yah Jeff

         Penetrates your ears your brain better than me being namby-pamby like many of your cohorts concerned not to offend youyour sensibilities

I tell it like it is

 

Haste makes death

Jeff was involved in a horrific auto accident leaving the country club after two eighteen hole rounds of golf with business partners assorted well-heeled constituents  exhaustive negotiations

Jeanine called him

                     Joe. Jeff . .

. . I heard on the news in route to the hospital  Sit downbabe don drive youre beside yourself Ill call as soon as I shakedown a doctor

I can’t. 

Jeanine  Stay put please

                             Please Jeanine

I can’t. she hungup

Jeff was DOA massive head injuries

                                           Jesus

he hoped Jeanine thought betterstayed home he called the house no answer called her cell went to voice mail

Jeanine  Call me

she didnt

she didnt arrive at the hospital

he went to their place

was on their Security list

front door was locked

smashed a window

                     Jeanine  hungup on the railinghalfway down their magnificent curved marble staircase

her blood cascaded down the steps

                                     puddled  in the foyer

 

after the reading of their wills a number of family friends were upset they didnt get enough

several commiserating  were on the large thirdfloor balcony overlooking the grounds behind the house

he stood inside the threshold overhear a kid bitch  kids father stood at his shoulder 

Hey fuck he roared Wanna shut your piehole Yacant Ill come out there an knock the hell out of ya

his father muttered  Over my dead body.

Got a gun

            dropped him with a single punch

kid didnt rush in

no  of course not

                   called the police from his cell

by the time they arrived he was gone

                                        no onewisely  tried to delay him

Jeff and Jeanine left him their place in Vanuatu

they had deep affections for it

                                 shared it together  many trysts

 

0317,  2sday,  26  11. 24

1013,  2sday